Wang Yan had already calmed down, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
At that moment, he really wanted to blame Xuan Zi, but he had no right to.
The resentment weighing on him left him feeling awful.
Dai Yueheng's expression was grim. Even though they were in Star Luo City, he still couldn't find out anything.
"Teacher Wang, I..."
Dai Yueheng paused. He hadn't managed to find anything, and his hesitation had already given it away.
"Tell me what you found," Wang Yan said.
"The information on those sheets of paper was spread by a group of people wearing black robes. They threw the papers down and ran off."
"When my men found them, they mysteriously disappeared... There wasn't a single clue."
"I'd already sent people to collect the papers, but it was too late. There were too many."
"The information has already gotten out. We can't find out who those people were."
Dai Yueheng explained what had happened...
As soon as he finished, everyone present fell silent.
Who were those people? They could actually vanish into thin air. It was downright bizarre.
"Could it have been some kind of special Soul Skill?" Bei Bei asked.
Wang Yan had calmed down, too. He sighed. "Perhaps. There are many Soul Skills in the world. Even I haven't learned about all of them."
Hearing Wang Yan's words, the others could only sigh helplessly.
Clearly, the other party had come prepared. They had caught Shrek off guard, and this time, Shrek had miscalculated.
In fact, Lin Xiao's backup plan was very simple. The black-robed people Dai Yueheng mentioned weren't people at all.
They were Undead Messengers—skulls, one after another.
Lin Xiao had been standing in front of the restaurant, stretching and snapping his fingers. That had merely been a